Smoked

[Intro: Chief Keef] Yeah Sosa, Duke (Wheezy Beats) Gang, gang [Chorus: Lil Duke] Fuck all that talk and we want all that smoke Beehive them straps at the drop off at the porch Traps stay, the Rollie and the neighbor, they know Young nigga slangin' and baggin' them toasters Traffickin' pounds and then passing like ration Gotta go get it, I put plays in motion I never offer no handout Nigga tried me and it's man down Put that shit out and I stand out The boys in the hood just like landmines I blow that shit like a fan I fuck with Sosa, my man We gon' ball like the clan Geekin we booted, know what I'm sayin' [Verse 1: Chief Keef] Rollin' the green at the red light I'm blowing that dope, get my head right I coke, but that drank got my head straight You really the word, now it's their way You see me flown up in this time cup I cut that check then I'm bouncin' All of this green that I'm countin' With mula that I got for allowance Nigga, you better pay homage Nigga, you better pay something We gon' pull up with them drones OG all up in my lungs [Chorus: Lil Duke] Fuck all that talk and we want all that smoke Beehive them straps at the drop off at the porch Traps stay, the Rollie and the neighbor, they know Young nigga slangin' and baggin' them toasters Traffickin' pounds and then passing like ration Gotta go get it, I put plays in motion I never offer no handout Nigga tried me and it's man down Put that shit out and I stand out The boys in the hood just like landmines I blow that shit like a fan I fuck with Sosa, my man We gon' ball like the clan Geekin we booted , know what I'm sayin' [Verse 2: Lil Duke] I sip, I can roll out the gas I thinkin' I left for my past All of them niggas got blasters We used to run on the masses Ballin', I never had it Got it out the mud, bitch I'mma serve it Bitches, they chasin' them diamonds, they harassing Every time I'm the booth, it's a classic I had to get on my shit Came from the trenches I'm tryna get rich City, the city, now everything lit Set them racks on me, I came with a trench Fuck is you talkin' about, fuck all that insta shit Young niggas going, they going, they going out the room 30 on round, get hit with an SU clip [Chorus: Lil Duke] Fuck all that talk and we want all that smoke Beehive them straps at the drop off at the porch Traps stay, the Rollie and the neighbor, they know Young nigga slangin' and baggin' them toasters Traffickin' pounds and then passing like ration Gotta go get it, I put plays in motion I never offer no handout Nigga tried me and it's man down Put that shit out and I stand out The boys in the hood just like landmines I blow that shit like a fan I fuck with Sosa, my man We gon' ball like the clan Geekin we booted, know what I'm sayin'